A few of the moms on the block are organizing the elementary school’s fall picnic. I figured, what the hell, I might as well dive into volunteering for something – I’ve only heard about the planning and organization that goes into PTA events through rumor and happenstance.
Went to the planning meeting, these women are amazing! Organized and prepared, this picnic is going to be a blast. I’m in charge of trying to get drinks donated and to buy the cookies for dessert.
Jeremy’s off to Sweden to his brother’s Ben’s wedding, he took my camera so I’m photo-less for a few days. Mom and Dad are winging into town to keep us company.
The house that we are using right now is my parents, but it’s not the house that I grew up in, it’s a few miles away from the house I lived in when I went to high school. So we are in a different high school district. I went to Wootton, the high school down the streets is called Quince Orchard which wasn’t even built when I went to high school.
Turns out Quince Orchard has the best football team in the county. Can you believe it? And the first game on Sept 9th is against Wootton. I might have to go and see my old high school get trounced (as usual).
Oh wait, I just remembered that a few years after I graduated, Wootton’s high school football team did win, did they win States? Maybe. But the funny part of the story was that after an important win, our esteemed principle congratulated the team over the intercom and then proceeded tell the team to go to his office to grab some celebratory donuts and take the rest of the school day off. Hmmm, he got in a bit of hot water for that.
OK, wikipedeia is totally refuting my memory. Apparently when I was in high school, Wootton’s football team was great, was I not paying attention?
Nine years ago today, Jeremy and I got married. Thanks sweetie, for being my partner in this crazy adventure we call life. Smoochie!
For our anniversary, Jeremy took me grocery shopping at Whole Foods. Trust me, this is more romantic than it sounds. Since we’ve been unemployed, I have been very good and I have not stepped into this store (which is located about a quarter mile from the house) even once! Talk about willpower.
So my secret pal is Carrie, over at We Do Not Have A Knitting Problem. Now that is a real knitting blog. Lots of projects and yarn and crafty goodness. Thank you for being such a great sock pal. I must endeavor to knit more and post more photos of knitting.
I went downtown for another job interview.
Look at this light in Union Station. Just beautiful. I think the outfit is not bad. The pants could be hemmed a tad, or I could suck it up and wear higher heels.
It was one of the hardest interviews I’ve ever done. I’m usually pretty good at interviews but this one was a doozy. A panel of 5 people and a list of 20 formal questions. I’m not sure I got this job, but at least I got to spend time in a beautiful old building.
Edda gets on the bus.
Vince gets on the bus.
Parents par-tay! Hooray for us!
Last night, a friend of mine, Sue came by with her husband Ivan. I took a terrible photo, so I made it black and white to make it look a bit artsy.
And finally, my secret sock pal sent me the most delicious package. Full of instructions, yarn and goodies. A few highlights:
I have a good idea who my pal is, but I will post tomorrow since I’m beat. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have a pair of magic loop socks in the near future planned.
Doris & Jeremy, Happy Anniversary, from Mom & Dad.
I bought this bottle from Portland, Oregon and brought back to Aiken, SC. Will take it with me while driving back to Washington DC this weekend. Sorry, don’t know how to make the picture upright.
I had a fabulous time at Ellen and Josh‘s wedding. Ellen is Jeremy’s cousin, I introduced myself as Ellen’s cousin-in-law. I thought Donald might have the most tenuous relationship with the bride and groom (he hadn’t met either of them..) but we did meet the roommate of an ex-coworker which I think is much more indirect connection than the brother of a cousin-in-law.
I had a lot of fun. Here’s the father of the bride dance. I’m such a bad night time photographer.
We are here at home and Doris is far away in California. But somehow we are surviving.
Yesterday was a busy day, with open houses at both kids’ schools. Both schools look great and we are pretty much ready to go on Monday. Vince just has to remember his first PIN number so he can pay for his school lunch. We also made it to two playgrounds, one in the mall, and one in our favorite park. This morning we went for an early hike and Ruby took a dip in the creek. I think we may hide out indoors for the rest of the day, as it promises to be a scorcher. And tomorrow we are all reunited again.
I was up at 4 am and sneaking out of the house to catch a 6:30 am flight, I was surprised to see in my peripheral vision a massive TPing of our neighbor’s house across the street!
The suburban hoodlums are talented TPers, they got every tree and every bush on the property with each loop reaching the ground. Everything was fluttering in the early morning breeze.
I checked my luggage and glided through the airport without children, husband, stroller, diaper bags, DVD player, bananas, toys and Tylenol.
Donald picked me up and showed me his new place. Fan-cy.
We are walking up and down a lot of hills and eating a lot of snacks.
Remember the kind-of-sort of job I got? Well, finally today I got the real offer with a start date, Sept 17th, a few days after I turn 35. First time in over 5 years I’ll be a working stiff again. Oh, I should put that in a better light. I’m going to be the “provider”! Woo hoo! I’m making the kibble.
Edda’s been going to PT, OT and speech therapies each once a week at this place that I like, it’s about 20-25 minutes away from the house. One of the reasons I took the above said job is because it has really nice health insurance which will cover a lot of these expenses.
I hadn’t really thought this whole thing trough carefully about scheduling the therapies, I was like, oh, Jeremy will take care of it or if he’s working, we’ll have to bite the bullet and hire someone to be at the house to drive Edda to her therapies. But then it occurred to me that based on the time Edda gets home from school and when Vince gets home from school, how long it takes to get to the therapy place, the fact that the therapy appointments fall on the hour and the fact that the therapy appointments are fully booked for pretty much all after school appointments that it is physically impossible for one person to take care of the 2 kids and go to these appointments. If we were both working, we would have to hire 2 people and pray that we get either a 3 or 4 pm slot, which are pretty much fully booked at this time anyways. Hmmm. A conundrum.
I’m not worried. We are going to figure this out. Thank goodness we don’t have 7 kids. What would I do?